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[jelliouss]

"I'm sleepy too," Bethany laughed, holding his his coat on her lap as the cool air hit her skin. "You shouldn't have to sit under a cactus okay? Come on, I think we can sleep over here." They needed a place with something above them to keep them from being rained on and somewhere to keep from the wind. So, the best idea to her was, an overpass ...

Getting under the concrete walls, she sat down against a pole and sighed. At least there was grass there so it wasn't too rough on her butt and her jeans. "So, nap in general area. I hope this is a good area for you ... for us. Just in case it rains."

[jetlaguar]

Derward turned on that proverbial dime—following Beth without any of his previously displayed shilly-shallying. The slight reverb through the concrete was a comfort (as was Beth for having thought of the overpass). Two heads, so often, really are better than one.

He sat on the grass, not directly by the pole, briefly cross-legged, his eyes on his high-tops as his words were playfully returned to him.

“It’s a great area,” he assured her wistfully. “And that ‘general’ stuff was just talk, ‘cause I didn’t want you to think I meant something else about sleep… People had to go and ruin that word, too… ANYWAY-” He sighed, lying back a second before deciding he'd rather fall asleep on his side. “I’ll watch over you every second I’m not zonked out… and… and you are welcome to sleep right next to me… Anybody who’s slept enough times out of doors knows that Thermodynamics is… relevant…”

Curled up in a loose foetal position, he gave a soft wave from his spot several feet away. “I hope you get good sleep, Bethany. You deserve good things.” A smile stuck to his face even after closing his eyes.

[characterdrivenmanor]

Cain would never read Dee's mind without his permission. Never wanted to step out of line, never wanted to violate him. He was also very cautious about the things he said and did, wanting to keep him safe. To keep those he loved, safe.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right? Let me share your burdens, your thoughts and dreams." Cain's voice is soft now. "And I'd like that, the cinnamon roll and the walk with you, I mean."

[jetlaguar]

He tried to focus on the various swatches of available colours but the headache was making it almost impossible.

“You know how I told people we were married?" He gently tugged Cain aside into one of the aisles, lowering his voice to say, "Well, I also put you down as my emergency contact at the doctor's office. "I don't know for certain that something's the matter with me," he added quickly, "I-it was just a formality and you’re… my person, so…” He didn't want to cheapen their bond with a public display of it inside the cramped little hardware store, but the layout offered enough blind spots, low-hanging signs, and quiet nooks for him to be able to rest his head against Cain, hands gripping into the other's shirt, without the moment being dissected by onlookers.

"Migraines, um... It's so stupid... I didn't want to worry you... is why I haven't mentioned anything, but letting you think I have a secret is its own form of worry... I'm sure it will pass... but now you know... for those times I seem sluggish... Or... want to cling to you even more than usual..." Cain's heartbeat really helped to smooth out the erratic pounding in Dee's head into something warm and rhythmic.

[jelliouss]

Seeing him begin to sniffle, Bethany's hand raised and rested on the small of his back. She rubbed little circles, trying to comfort. She wasn't very well versed in comfort. Bethany never really received comfort in her life. But she was surprisingly good at it, even though she didn't believe she was. What is comfort anyways? Love? Affection? What even is that?

"A good state for nice people?" she hummed, wanting to joke. To try to lighten the mood, make him laugh. "I guess ... Canada?" she chuckled at herself, still rubbing his back soothingly. As much as she could.

Bethany was practically curling up underneath his jacket but only her hand and her arm were out from underneath it to continue to rub his back. "Canada has Tim Horton's... that coffee shop? I see it on YouTube videos. Vlogs and stuff. They say it's better than Starbucks and 7-Brew." she just laughed. Should she drink coffee or a monster? OR could she even drink anything. Should she go to sleep??? Find a place to rest? She doesn't even know. But she didn't want to leave Derward's side until he decided to take off from her.

[jetlaguar]

“I know if I had YouTube for more than, like, five minutes at a time, I’d be adi—” He stopped himself, not wishing to trivialise the real thing in present company. “—stuck—on walking tours and stuff like that.” His smile was genuine, but a sudden awkwardness washed over him at revealing he didn't carry the internet. He wasn’t sure if she’d even want to rub his back anymore after hearing how electronically disconnected he was. “I’ve never had Starbucks,” he smirked, digging himself deeper into his own unhip grave.

“Canada…” He wanted to let the idea sink in, so he closed his eyes, believing he now knew precisely what a feral cat feels like when a stranger massages the base of its tail. The friendly ferals, anyhow. Yes, it was a nice, gentle pressure Dee felt at his lower back; he had no objections to it. He didn’t take her for a groper or anything. There had to be some good people left, even in shitty places.

“I’m getting sleepy… I… If I can find something other than a cactus to lay under, I’m ’onna…” There was plenty of other flora around; he was just being playful about the harshness of San Andreas because he was already halfway to Canada in his daydreams, and so he could afford to make jokes. “Um…” He stood up, reluctant to move away from her hand. “Thank you… so much…” He’d never had a familial back rub like that before, but that was just too much to admit to missing—not after the internet and Starbucks. He didn’t ask for his jacket back.

“Y-you’re welcome to come nap in my general area…”

[lostcndfound]

Fetch always forgot that detail. Forgot that Derward showed favouritism to his forms. From the moment he'd fluttered onto the scene as an unspeaking little ball of feathers. It wasn't unique, as far as Fetch remembered, lot of people preferred one of the animal forms. They were quiet.... Quieter. A birds chirping was far less grating to most than Fetch's voice.

Still. He hopped in closer and preened Dee's hair. As long as Dee liked one of his forms, it was okay. Yes, he made a sport of pissing people off, and Derward was his favorite target right then, but he was also Fetch's only touchstone. Only real person he could usually remember. If he needed a moment with the bird, he could have it.

Only a moment though.

After a few seconds, the bird puffed up and flew away with a trilling song. Before it could even land, the humanoid form returned, settling in a lounging position on a branch.

"But you did command it, saying it in such a commanding voice and all, you really know how to rub in the lack of free will, huh?" He laughed, rolling his eyes at no one, gaze fixed up at the clear sky and leaves.

After a second, he blinked a few times and looked over, "You know as much as I do already. I can't-." He sat up and took a breath, hands gesturing at his chest but getting frozen repeating the action as he tried to find the words. "I can't." He took another breath. "I can't explain it. It just is. Maybe I could, but I don't." This time his hand buzzed around his head. "You know."

[jetlaguar]

Derward refused to let Fetch’s sarcasm sting, no matter how much it actually hurt. When he was finally static-free, he wiped his tears, plodding after Fetch and looking up into the tree in which the shifter had landed.

“Of your own volition, I humbly ask you to show me some pity, shifter… My heart is... burdened... In my eyes, we’re not so different, you and I...” He leaned his elbows against the trunk, peering up into the branches before deciding to climb. He didn’t remember being this way, but he was good at ascents.

Descents… TBD.

“I can’t remember where I come from, or the kind of things that mattered to me… I do know I was locked away, and I know you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen… Speaking... well, speaking of the metaphysical.” Personality certainly wasn’t a factor here.

“I mean not to suggest your appearance is insufficient. Truly, a very handsome bird you make. I’m just not sure superficial beauty was a concept of my people, you see—” His feet were spread between two (shaking) branches, wanting to, yes, but not crossing over to Fetch’s branch till the other game him the go-ahead. He reached his hand out, a risky move considering how easily the branches supporting him could've given way any moment, and laid his palm firmly across the midpoint of the other's chest.

"My greatest wish, barring your freedom, of course, is only to communicate with you... If I must learn to speak to you without the use of words at all, just to avoid commanding you, then... I will. I'm certainly no stranger to silence..."

[jelliouss]

There's a big waft of lavender perfume that came from her. Mainly her body wash and hair shampoo. Surprisingly, Bethany always smelled good. Despite her living situation. She immediately welcomed Derward when he sat beside her, sighing softly. It was kind of getting a little dark, her feet hurt. Maybe she should just sit here with him... nah, he'd probably want to leave and go somewhere else.

The breeze was hitting. And she welcomed his jacket that he placed over her making her smile. "Thank you..." Kindness. Something she didn't get much. There was a smile on her lips, turning her head to gaze at him. Her eyes were still glazed over yet there was a happy look in them, kind and positive. She was happy... and she had just met this guy. This super, duper nice guy. Who had literally fell into her life...

"How long have you been out alone?" she questioned. "I'm alone a lot but have you been traveling Cali for awhile?" that had to suck ... especially since it was getting hot. "Not the greatest state in the world for nice people like you."

[jetlaguar]

Setting misery to music did not happiness make, but every once in a while, it did. Yet how many times over he’d trade that little moment of inexcusable gaiety for Bethany’s, transplanting it straight into her heart. He knew how he bore unhappiness, how he polished it like a stone in a gizzard—that anatomic relic everyone else had seemingly evolved past. She did not seem fit to carry such weight. Not when he could carry it instead.

The lavender scent grabbed his wrist and dragged him back to Provence. He’d been a child, taken along not for leisure, but because his mother owed someone something or some such, and haphazardly, he’d learned more about both of them on that trip than ever before. If nothing else, it was the only memory he possessed of his mother behaving close to sober. For that alone, he held onto it like tarnished treasure in the coves of his subconscious.

That trip was his first taste of traveling farther than a couple of cities over to run some dumb errand for her. Ironically, the one place that brought them closer also served to drive him away in the end. Why was it the end? Why such permanence? He could have gone back anytime to check on her. She was cold, numb. So what? He would be too, if his partner had left him to raise some know-it-all kid by himself.

He wasn’t wrong for leaving—for saving what little remained of his own warmth and sensitivity. But he felt (almost) inconsolably cruel.

Before he knew it, he was sniffling. So built that tears rarely shed, it took him a while to register when one finally did fall.

"What's a good state for nice people then?" he asked, leaning forward on the edge of his seat, awaiting her reply. He hadn't the slightest intention of avoiding her question about how long he'd been on his own. Maybe she held the answers to him fitting in. He didn't realise that she herself could be the answer—that his search for a place to belong might end in the quiet space between him and another person. But for now, unless she was teasing him with a morbid generalisation, he was ready to make a beeline from this bench to whatever city or shore spilled from her lips.

[jetlaguar]

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[jelliouss]

He kissed her cheek. Kissed. Her. Cheek. The sudden wave of tender emotion hits her at just how soft he was being with her. That's something she had never felt before. So, she blinked for a few moments, now staring straight ahead at the wall. How could she come to that? Sure, she felt the same about him. He made her happy, he shielded her from the bad things in her life as much as he could, even got her away from drugs ... but how does one like her even show affection? Let alone admit it.

He had blacked out in her lap, and as he laid unmoving bethany took it upon herself to lift him up. She was strong for a petite little girl, hoisting him up in her arms so she could carry him to her bed to let him sleep in a better position rather than just on her worn out sofa couch where she knew he would wake up in the morning with neck and back pain.

Her phone rings on the coffee table and she glances over to it. Trevor. He's pissed and she knows it. With all of her location systems off, and the burner phone battery already nearly dead. She slammed the phone on the ground and smashed it with her boot, smearing the electronic parts with her foot.

"I'm sorry," was the mutter that came from her lips. Walking to her balcony door, she slid it open and takes her spot down on the large, actually soft little lawn chair and pulls a cigarette from her pack. If there was any time for a cigarette, it would be right now.

[jetlaguar]

He was but a waif of a man in most people’s eyes, but Derward knew how solid he still was in spite of being undernourished. It must have taken a lot out of poor Beth to drag 5’10’’ of deadweight from the sofa to the bed. Or rather, he would think this once he woke up in the unfamiliar room. Neither the ringing of the phone nor the smashing of it during his acute faint had roused him; he simply opened his eyes three, maybe four hours later.

After passing the gun propped against the wall on his way to the bathroom, he pieced together his general whereabouts and why he was there. He didn’t remember telling Bethany Philips how he felt about her. Perhaps that was for the best, given the current emotional climate they both were weathering.

The smashed electronics on the floor made his heart quicken, sparking the fear that something bad had happened while he was out. He picked up the shotgun, ready to aim it at Trevor’s brains. Aim, but not fire—not yet. If her father was holding Bethany somewhere, he’d have to force the location out of him first. And that terrorised teenage version of himself—the one who still existed somewhere, albeit mostly suppressed—would be more than happy to help pull the trigger and finally lay the past to rest.

“I’m not showing any mercy this time.”

[jelliouss]

"Don't ever get high," Bethany said sternly as he spoke about not being high on his end. "It's not fun." Yet she does it nearly on the daily, frying her brainwaves. The only pick me up she gets is energy drinks and some disgusting take out food, mostly pizza... Trevor liked pizza so she usually did too. He liked mushrooms on his. She always picked those off.

"No plans." A simple answer. "I guess I was just going to drink it and sit down somewhere. My dad isn't home yet. There's no telling when he will be and he has he only key to the trailer. So I'll probably find a good place to sit out here, leave the cool air of the night desert hit me and maybe nap. Energy drinks make me sleepy sometimes." And she had already been up for a couple of days. She had gone to sell a few pounds of coke for her dad earlier in the week. Though she only gets 20%, she ends up spending it on silly things... Like Monster Energy drinks.

"What are your plans?"She asks, "Certainly not go to the store to get a Dr. Pepper and stay with some girl that's coming off a cocaine high." She laughed at herself a little, groaning before finding a old bench to sit down on by one of the roads they were walking on. She's tired. From lack of sleep, and coming down from her high.

[jetlaguar]

Life on the drift had already cautioned him against highs, having watched from cardboard post, day after day, year after year, as desperate men pecked at empty bottles and scattered pills like birds hunting worms in drought-cracked soil. Still, it was good advice, and he nodded to show he respected it.

The thought of Beth actually sleeping out in the open, entirely alone, made his stomach turn. He knew exactly how unsafe it was, but he kept that knowledge to himself. Only weeks later would he realise how much just a few words, right there and then, could have changed everything for the two of them. Yes, change included the possibility of going their separate ways, for better or worse.

He yawned, nodding just one more time. Chances were she had no further advice to offer such a seasoned wanderer... or at least no further advice that would require an affirmative. And there was nothing left of the pretend smoke session to keep him emptily agreeing. So his feet shuffled just because they were in sync with his scattered thoughts.

When she sat down, he remained standing, bombarded by a jury of internal voices telling him to leave this instant—that he’d already done enough. More than most people ever would.

Easing down beside her on the bench, Derward let out a heavy sigh, the tepid plume of his internal conflicts contrasting visibly against the hot California evening, and silently told his survival instincts to screw off.

“No,” he replied honestly. He smiled softly in spite of hard times. “But plans are made to be changed.” He remembered he'd tied his jacket to his waist much earlier in the day; he covered her with it, careful not to make his gestures suffocating. “That's perhaps the fundamental rule of a drifter.”

[jelliouss]

When he said ' take up ' with Trevor, she sighed. "Trevor saved me from my abusive parents when I was five." The memory made her sigh, remembering the cold wind on her skin and the road she walked on until she got to that old rundown bar. The way after that how Michael died... ( or so they thought ), after Trevor and her took off to hide somewhere. She knew he was a bad guy... but she always loved him as a dad. And he loved her as a daughter, and he wanted nothing more than to protect her.

"He saved me." Bethany stayed still now, her hand having stopped it's movements as she relived the memories in her head. "It's not like I'm in cahoots with him. It's not like I do these things for the fun of it. I don't work for him. I don't kill people for him ... " usually. "He saved my life. I love him, he's my dad. The only person I have ever known who helped raise me." she shook her head to let her tears fall a few more times. "If you think I have a say in what he does, then you're mistaken. He does his own thing... There's no stopping him or telling him otherwise either." She had tried to stop him before. Gave her a nice time out in the trailer with the door locked from the outside.

"Yeah, sure." she felt so frustrated, so conflicted. "I was going to die with my parents ... they didn't want me. I was a mistake. ... at least T gave me a reason to live." She remembers him fondly when she was growing up. He wasn't as crazy, maybe he was just masking it for her sake. They played dolls, he taught her how to ride a bike. They had take out everynight since he didn't know how to cook but she didn't mind.

Bethany shifted in seat, allowing Derward to have plenty of room. "I - I'm still so sorry, Dee ... I - I'll help you with Trevor." The thought of that broke her heart to a million pieces ... but maybe it had to be done.

[jetlaguar]

DJ wasn’t picky about how he settled onto the sofa or how much space he had. In fact, he pretty much closed all the distance Beth had made for him. It was only when he went to lean back that he remembered the pump-action shotgun on his sling; he pulled it off and reached over his head to prop it against the wall.

Bethany’s recount of her past troubles brought tears to his eyes, and he felt the warmth of her own tears as he snuggled close to her. He wasn’t a Christian, but he suddenly felt baptised. R&B had been playing from the other room since he’d frantically entered the apartment, but the rushing sound of his own blood pressure had effectively drowned out the music until now. He felt terrible for how he must have seemed, barging in like that.

“I don’t fault you for his crimes, Beth… and… despite what he did to me then, and what he wants to do to me now…” He licked his lips; it pained him just to think this, let alone say it out loud. “I’m glad he was around to keep you alive…” He kissed her cheek. “I know it’s cheesy as heck, but you make me a little happier to still be around, too…” He kissed her cheek again. One more time. “By a little, I mean a lot… and by a lot… I mean you’re the best thing in my life…”

His eyes went wide at the sound of his own voice, and he shifted his face away from hers. God, how utterly pathetic he felt. How utterly pathetic she must think he was, admitting to love at a time like this. In his mind, he had just stripped away whatever armour he had left, presenting himself not as her protector or her equal, but as someone compromised by the shadows of trauma and the shared baggage that was Trevor Philips. It was that exact distortion that made him second-guess whether what he was feeling was even real, or just a last-ditch coping mechanism. What if she thought he had swooped in like some kind of saviour in the beginning just so this would happen? So she would let him into her heart. It was too much to think about…

Derward blacked out, for real. He lay completely still.

[jetlaguar]

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is says jat, instead of jet... i'm genuinely scared. was i h*cked?

[characterdrivenmanor]

"I could use my chaos magic and see if it helps the paint mix faster?" Cain cackles, freezing.

There's a change in the air, something is changing. He stops for a moment, noticing there's something different in the way Dee was acting, talking. Holding himself, caution and all. He's felt this way before, but it's all about determining the who the why and the when, but everyone else and everything around them seemed calmer than anything else.

Life was normal here.

Cain wanted to be here, with Dee. No matter what happened, no matter what life threw at them.

"Are you okay?" His voice cracked, scared. Trying to stay calm

[jetlaguar]

“Oh, magic’s nice,” he answered, grateful, casual, fond of that cackle, happy he no longer seemed on the verge of tears. “But I sorta had it in mind that we’d go down the street and share a cinnamon roll while we wait on the paint… Oh, and we should make a list of all the stuff you need to be your most comfortable at our new place…” The peace and purpose Dee feels here with Cain outweighs the headaches. A headache is infinitely easier to endure than the heartache that would come of being without him. Besides, it’s chaos; who was to say the pain would even last forever?

“I’m with you, I’m okay.” He shrugged. “Synonyms.”

Knowing they choose each other in every lifetime, Dee’s all the more determined to be a good mate in this one. Determined to live up to—or even show up—his other versions… but Cain won’t ever hear him say that. To think, Cain teased him about proving his love when he already knew they were soulmates! Sure, it’s a little ornery, but the grandiosity and the devotion are absolutely swoon-worthy—so it evens out, Dee thinks with a smile, holding open the hardware store door for Cain as he looks up at him, ready for a future together, no matter what it brings.

[jelliouss]

Bethany's hand was just petting, soft and calming. She was also calming herself down in the process, blinking some more tears away from her eyes. She felt conflicted. Sniffling, she glanced down at him as he spoke, shaking her head.

"You're kidding, right?" She couldn't believe that he even suggested that. Trevor couldn't die. He was just immortal or something. It didn't matter how many people shot him, slashed him, overdosed him. He was literally immortal. The two of them together had gotten out of bad situations together, many situations that both of them should have been six feet under by now. Both she and Trevor could really get out of sticky situations... too easily.

"I don't think he even can die." she would weakly and pitifully laugh. "He's the main reason I'm still alive after the shit I've been through." she had almost gotten killed way too many times to count.

"Immortal. Like some sort of really really drugged out vampire... with the cannibalism and everything."

[jetlaguar]

He’d gone unconscious quiet again for another moment and gasped for a breath the next.

“—I never kid about killing people.” How long he could carry on a conversation going in and out of it, he didn’t know, and as confident as he was in his vampire slaying skills, he knew he had to rest up before the time came.

“Is that a euphemism, cannibalism, or did you actually take up with a known flesheater?” Dee was trying to get from the floor onto the sofa with her. Trying… and failing. He was shaking so badly, things just kept giving out on him. He couldn’t remember eating or drinking anything today besides that sip off Beth’s coke. He knew he didn’t know if she was even clean from disease when he’d done it, or whether or not there was actual coke in there, but he hadn’t cared. He wasn’t even trying to cop an indirect kiss. Truly, there was no excuse for his actions.

“Can I lay here?” he asked, hiking his leg up for the third attempt. As fucked up as things were for her involvement, he didn’t feel like being alone. Actually, that’s not quite true. He would’ve loved to be alone right now; he just didn’t feel like being apart from Bethany, specifically.

[jetlaguar]

*sees @lostcndfound, @komposisi, @jelliouss in my activity at almost the same time*

me: The Fellowship

[jetlaguar]

// help me decide? top or bottom divider. or even a secret third option, if you have suggestions.